A Night Of Passion

The smell of him filled the air. She was wrapped in it like a blanket, breathing it in, clutching it close. Her knees grew weak as he walked closer to her, gently grabbing her chin in one hand and forcing her to look deeply into his eyes as he drank in the bright green pools of hers. Her breathing was shaky, every exhale a heavy release of breath, every inhale hitching several times as her knees grew weak with desire.1

He released his hold on her chin to bend down and brush his lips across hers, a carress, a cruel tease. It was all she could do not to mold herself to him and kiss him as if she were eating him from the mouth down.2

No, she told herself, forcing coherent thought into her lust-clouded brain. I wanted this. Make me beg for it.3

He took barely half a step back from her and she cound her eyes wandering down of their own volition, starting at his dark eyes and roving over his red lips, smooth neck, tanned, hairless chest, until they found what they were looking for.4

He was still wearing his light gray jeans but she could clearly see his arousal straining against the front. She moaned involuntarily as she pictured the hard, throbbing member, imagined running her fingers over it, savoring the deliciously male noises he made when she applied pressure here, squeezed there.5

Fuck. One word, the only one her mind could form atthe moment. She wasn't sure if it was a plea or a curse. 6

He noticed where her attention was and one side of his lips quirked up in a smirk that held so much promise she found herself whimpering aloud.7

"I know what you want want," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, still covered by those damnable jeans. Even so, she could feel the heat and hardness of him through the cloth. She gasped and tightened her hold on it, and nearly fell to the floor when he groaned and let his head fall back.8

Fuck fuck FUCK!9

He was breathing heavy when his head came back up and she knew that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. She also knew that he wouldn't cave that easily, that he would enjoy tasing her, sharpening her desire until it was a weapon he could use against her as he pleased.10

"Tell me," he commanded, gripping her wrist and forcing her hand to move back and forth over the organ. "Tell me you want this." Something so simple, and yet he knew that it was so very cruel of him to ask it of her. She doubted anything but sounds of desire could be pushed past her lips in the state he had her in. She made a noise that was half moan, half sob, and he leaned in, his lips inches from her ear. "Tell me," he whispered viciously.11

"God!" she exclaimed, the heat of his breath causing muscles to clench low in her belly. "I want you!" He chuckled once before running to tip of his tongue along the outside of her ear. She didn't know if it was reward or punishment.12

"Good," he said. He captured her eyes with his own as the hand on her wrist moved to guide her fingers to the fly of his zipper. She pulled down slowly and his head pushed through the fabric, running over her hand, filling the space between them with heatgand a musky, manly scent.13

She cried out, a wordless plea.14

He forced her to step back, back until she feltn the back of her knees hitting the edge of the queen-sized bed. Then he pushed her.15

She fell onto the mattress with hm over her, keeping his body off of hers by pushing himself up with his arms, placed on either side of her. His lips found hers and kissed them, in earnest this time, the only thought in her head, Yes, yes, yes! He unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her lacy bra, flinging both somewhere behind them. Her pale breasts were exposed, the nipples tight little buds straining toward his chest, begging for attention.16

He obliged.17

He transferred his weight to his right arm as his left hand reached up to cup her left breast, teasing the nipple, pinching, squeezing. He lowered his head to her right and took it into his mouth. If anything, her breasts became even tighter, more painful.18

But God, did it feel good.19

She was bucking against him, moaning. Her entire world was focused on his hands and mouth, and that overwhelming want between her legs. A want that was becoming more unbearable by the second.20

When she was about to beg him to ease the pain, he kissed down her body until his face was inches from her dripping pussy. She almost forgot she was still wearing her jeans and lace thong that matched the bra until he removed them. The feeling of air against her naked body seemed to intensify the desire.21

He rubbed her lips with his hand over and over, fanning the flames. She almost hated him for it.22

"Please!" she gasped just as he stuck a finger inside.23

Chuckling, he began to move his finger inside of her, in and out, back and forth. He teased her clit with a second finger. He was so skilled that she felt her first orgasm coming on.24

He stopped just before she came. She wanted to howl.25

"You know what you have to do," he said, moving back up her body until he was positioned perfectly on top of her, his hardness pushing against her opening but not quite entering. "Beg."26

Before they started, she had planned on lasting as long as he did. Now, in the torturous heat of it, she only wanted to feel him inside of her, fucking her like crazy.27

"Please!" she cried. "Please, fuck me, fuck me!" He dipped his hips down a fraction so she felt his head part the slick wetness of her and she moaned for him. He moved another fraction and she clutched at his back and thrust her hips up, forcing her more deeply inside of her with a cry that was much louder than she'd intended.28

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, then he gave up on trying to tease her. Which suited her just fine.29

The first few thrusts had her head reeling and something delicious building up in her belly. She could feel each inch sliding out of her then pounding back in, setting her on fire and causing her to cry out again and again. He was fucking her so hard and fast that she could hear their thighs slamming together in a quick, steady rhythm.30

She arched her back against him, letting him reach deeper parts of her. She scratched at his back until he could feel his blood under her fingernails, a wordless plea for more, more.31

Her first orgasm came on her in a wave so sweet she felt it all through her body. She cried out as she threw her head back, unable to believe that something could feel so incredibly wonderful, as he continued pounding inside of her. Sweat glistened on both of them. He reached up to squeeze her breast and she felt herself come again almost before the first time was over. It was absolutely insane how he could own her body so well. He slammed into her, and she felt her toes go numb. Again, and stars erupted in front of her eyes. Again, and time seemed to slow.32

He gave her a few more thrusts before his rhythm changed to what she knew signaled that he was about to come. His groans became louder, then she felt him stiffen above her, felt his warmness spill inside of her, before he grew limp and collapsed on top of her, their limbs still entwined. They stayed like that, both breathing heavily, for a few moments before he rose himself up and gave her a gentle, tender kiss before taking himself out of her. She giggled a girlish giggle that contrasted with the very adult noises she'd been making a few moments ago.33

Sighing and blissfully content, she snuggled against him.34